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Smalltown (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

And every morning comes too soon
All your nights are sleepless
Poison arrows to ruin your tomorrows

Below suspicion
Cafes full of people dressed as spies
And all I know is guilt for being different

It’s always raining stones
There’s a killer in the home
In a small town
Everybody looks the same

There are unwritten rules
Unspoken words
Should I pack my fear and go?

I have to leave somehow
Before they run me out of town
I have to leave somehow

And every morning comes too soon
All your nights are sleepless
Poison arrows to ruin your tomorrows

There are unwritten rules
Unspoken words
Should I pack my fear and go?

I have to leave somehow
Before they run me out of town
I have to leave somehow

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Smalltown (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

And every morning comes too soon
All your nights are sleepless
Poison arrows
To ruin your tomorrows
Below suspicion
Cafes full of people dressed as spies
And all i know
Is guilt for being different
It’s always raining stones
There’s a killer in the home
In a small town
Everybody looks the same
There are unwritten rules
Unspoken words
Should i pack my fear and go?
(chorus)
I have to leave somehow
Before they run me out of town
I have to leave somehow
And every morning comes too soon
All your nights are sleepless
Poison arrows
To ruin your tomorrows
There are unwritten rules
Unspoken words
Should i pack my fear and go?
(repeat chorus)

Smalltown (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I heard a place not too far from here,
is handing out answers about why we are here
and it’s a small town, in a small world,
and the congregation’s small too,
but somehow I think they’re telling the truth;
and in the same small town there is a girl,
she’s a good looker but she’s mad at the world,
and she’s wonderin’ about tomorrow and why she’s here,
and she’s sick and tired of using her sleeve to wipe her tears,
(chorus)
And you can tell by the look that’s in her eyes that she’s not well,
she wishes someone would close their eyes,
and picture this for just a moment to themselves;

(bridge)
At least that’s what they say,
at least that’s what they, that’s what they say,
that’s what they say,
at least that’s what they say;
She sits alone, she’s a re-run queen,
the sun shines through her window enough to make out her figurine;
Her neighbours look at her strange,
‘cause she’s lived there her whole life, and they still don’t know her name;
She likes to keep to herself,
‘cause she can’t find nobody else;

(chorus)
(bridge)
Yeah, yeah, What they say, what they say, what they say, what they say,
and I don’t care, what they say, what they say, what they say, what they say, and I don’t care;

She wanders through the town,
to find this place she’s heard about,
thinking maybe they can figure out what’s wrong,
they greet her with a smile,
say they’ve been waiting for quite some while,
just to let her know she’s worth more than she’s ever dreamed of,
And her heart opens wide,
and for the first time in her life,
she feels the touch of JESUS deep inside,
she wonders what went wrong,
in a town where nothing’s going on,
and thinks of all the others that she knows;
And she said, and she said, and she said, and she said…..

Smalltown (Letra)

Chumbawamba

Chumbawamba

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

When you’re growing up in a small town
When you’re growing up in a small town
When you’re growing up in a small town
You say, no one famous ever came from here

When you’re growing up in a small town
And you’re having a nervous breakdown
And you think that you’ll never escape it
Yourself or the place that you live

Where did picasso come from
There’s no michelangelo coming from pittsburgh
If art is the tip of the iceberg
I’m the part sinking below

When you’re growing up in a small town
Bad skin, bad eyes, gay and fatty
People look at you funny
When you’re in a small town

My father worked in construction
It’s not something for which i’m suited
Oh, what is something for which you are suited
Getting out of here

I hate being odd in a small town
If they stare let them stare in new york city
As this pink eyed painting albino
How far can my fantasy go

I’m no dali coming from pittsburgh
No adorable lisping capote
My hero, oh, do you think i could meet him
I’d camp out at his front door

There is only one good thing about small town
There is only one good use for a small town
There is only one good thing about small town
You know that you want to get out

When you’re growing up in a small town
You know you’ll grow down in a small town
There is only one good use for a small town

You hate it and you’ll know you have to leave